I am not what WAS, but what IS

For once, I was autonomous
And surely believed I was
A resonator so strong
Lost love in the reverb, I am anonymous

I am in the background
And surely believing I am
A Demon so small
Causing sensation in the foreground

I am a machine
And surely I am self-governing
A building so tall
Inhabiting the inside of me

For once, I was clear
A gem, but rough was my veneer
I had been made refined
Tragedy, life, a machine that grinds

I am life.
Inside of me I habitually agree
With what I have to disagree
Escalating the situation to the knife.

I am death.
Outside of me, I realize
Opening my eyes, I exist
My spine tingles with every breath.

For once, I was done.
And surely believed i was.
Gripping to the bathroom floor
God told me everything about destruction.
Folklore and visions masking this dimension.